The First Saint of Alchemy

Just as the dean was about to step onto the demon-suppressing scroll, he was hugged by the great sage beside him.

“Dean, there are monsters causing trouble inside, and there are demon gates waiting for you outside!

There are internal and external troubles. Without you to take charge of the overall situation, the foundation of the academy may fall apart!

You must stay and sit back and let me take the lead! "The great sage begged.

At this time, a graceful figure suddenly appeared above the scroll.

"Mengyao, you are so ridiculous! What are you doing up there! Come down quickly!" the dean opened his mouth and scolded him!

"Little Junior Sister, come down quickly!" Everyone also shouted hurriedly.

Mengyao smiled brightly, made a hand-crossing ceremony for everyone, and said crisply: "Thirty years ago, Mengyao was ordered to go to the Northern Spiritual Realm to collect the literary spirit scattered in the world.

While enjoying all the glory and wealth there, the dangerous mission of the academy was something I had never participated in.

Now that the academy is facing such a disaster, Mengyao is the first to die!

The great sage was right.

Although the human race is at peace, internal troubles still exist.

The power of the demonic path is not as powerful as the combined efforts of the eight sects, but if the eight sects are taken out individually, none of them can defeat the demonic sect alone.

If there is no dean in charge, the academy may be poisoned by the evil sect.

We already know the dean’s ambition, no need to prove it personally!

Mengyao asked the dean to guard the academy on behalf of all the senior brothers.

Just leave the heavy responsibility of protecting Changning in the world to us.

This time to suppress the demon clan, let’s push forward from the back of the sage! "

The Fourteenth Sage Qiao Shizi, who was still trying to persuade Mengyao to come down, smiled when he heard this and said: "My junior sister's suggestion is very good!

You senior fellow apprentices are the academy’s supreme combat power. For the sake of the remaining flames of the academy, you must stay!

Just follow my junior sister’s opinion!

Don’t panic, little junior sister, senior brother will accompany you later! "

The Thirteen Sages Sikong Shao nodded happily: "Good!"

"Brothers, please don't act on your own initiative at this time, otherwise the building will collapse and the consequences will be endless!

At the critical moment, could it be that we are not as good at seeing the overall situation as our junior sister? Yao Shijin, the Twelve Sages, laughed.

The eyes of the dean and the top-ranked sages were red.

They knew that what Mengyao said was true. But how could they bear to watch their junior brothers and sisters dying!

"Click!"

The heroic deeds of the academy sages who sacrificed themselves for others did not move the demon clan.

The billowing demonic energy kept attacking the seal, and the black smoke had already covered the forehead of Wen Sheng, and Wen Sheng's pen was teetering on the verge of breaking apart at any time.

Mengyao looked at the solemn atmosphere, suddenly laughed, and said cheerfully: "Brothers and sisters, I suddenly remembered a question and want to ask you!"

"Junior sister, please ask!" Everyone immediately raised their ears.

When Yin and Yang are about to be separated, Junior Sister's questions must be answered.

"Do you know how to distinguish between wolves and dogs in the wilderness?" Mengyao asked sharply.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

Mr. Lan said loudly: "The wolf's tail is drooping, while the dog's tail is curved. The wolf's ears are pointed and straight, while the dog's ears are drooping. The sounds of wolves and dogs are different! How can such a simple question trouble my junior sister?"

This answer is consistent with Mengyao’s original answer!

Mengyao waved her hand: "No, the hidden moon wolf looks similar to a dog, so it's extremely difficult to tell the difference!

Junior sister, let me tell you, if it is difficult to tell whether it is a wolf or a dog, just take off your pants and poop.

If it comes to eat shit, it is a dog; if it bites its butt, it is a wolf! "

Speaking of this, Mengyao laughed heartily.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all noticed the disbelief on each other's faces.

Is this riding horse a junior sister?

So crazy?

"Isn't it funny?" Mengyao suddenly asked.

"Hehehe..." A smile uglier than crying appeared on everyone's faces.

The dean felt like he couldn't take a breath. Normally, if the junior sister dared to do this, he would have scolded her as "insulting to gentlemen", but at this moment he could only say "it's okay" against his will.

"By the way, Mr. Lan, aren't you and that demon sect lover still in love with each other?

Everyone wants to trick the other party into joining their own camp, right?

Let me teach you a love saying that no woman in the world can resist! Mengyao said again.

Everyone raised their ears again.

"What is it?" Mr. Lan couldn't help but ask.

Mengyao smiled and replied: "No matter how weak the water is, I will only prostitute you!"

absurd!

The dean almost wants to clean up the house!

Mr. Lan had a strange look on his face, his face was red from suppressing his emotions, and he didn't know whether to complain or praise.

Mengyao said again: "I'm teasing you, I'll teach you well, just listen!"

Mr. Lan breathed a sigh of relief, that was enough, and said hurriedly: "Junior Sister, please speak!"

"There is a girl in the fairyland who is not stained by the world. Her eyes are like the stars and the moon, and her face is like a plate. She has a slender waist, jade legs and peach round legs. She can bear both girls and boys." Mengyao couldn't help laughing when she said this.

Mr. Lan: "..."

A group of sages: "..."

When the dean saw Mengyao who was losing her mind and going crazy, he thought she was scared out of her wits. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "Little junior sister, come down quickly. You will be the one to suppress the demon!"

With a gentle smile on her lips, Mengyao pointed at the crowd and said, "You guys are just too serious!

Far less interesting than Feng Lang! "

Everyone was startled at the same time.

Suddenly he realized that these were all things Feng Chenye told his junior sister.

How did such vulgar people come into the eyes of my little junior sister?

Then they thought of the five story books compiled by Feng Chenye and were speechless.

If Mr. Feng were a layman, the academy might as well be called Goulan.

No wonder Mr. Feng can win the favor of his junior sister, it turns out to be so interesting.

Mengyao saw a few words that silenced everyone, and felt even more happy for a moment.

She felt like she had turned into Feng Chenye, and was happily teasing "her former self".

Through the scroll, she saw that the statue of the Sage of Literature was in ruins and would not last long, so she smiled and said, "Mr. Lan, I won't tease you anymore.

The sentence was 'No matter how many thousands of rivers there are, I will only take a sip from you'!"

When these words came out, everyone felt their scalps tingling.

Such a simple sentence, but it was so profound and had such a long-lasting charm!

He is indeed Mr. Feng!

"I'll teach you a few more sentences, and you should remember them -

I wish I was like a star and you were like the moon, shining brightly every night.

I wish we were a pair of wings in the sky, and a pair of branches on the ground..."

Meng Yao didn't know when two lines of tears had already appeared on her face, but the corners of her mouth were always raised, and she said with high spirits: "I will give you another poem.

The foreign thieves broke through the border, and the blood was not cold for seven years.

The sword energy was so powerful that they forgot life and death, and they forever controlled the mountains and rivers and were crowned as saints!

We are moved by the spirits of the heroes, and we stand up and move forward bravely today and in the past.

One day, the situation will change, and I will not return until I destroy the foreign race!

Feng Lang's poem was recognized by the literary saint, and he was the first person in the literary way in 30,000 years!

Lang Yan is unique, there is no second in the world!

I have no regrets to be able to go on a journey with you!

Senior brothers, if you see Feng Lang, if he is willing to stay in the academy, leave my courtyard to him!"

After that, Meng Yao sat cross-legged on the scroll, with light surging on her body, and her vitality was connected to the scroll.

As long as the demons break the seal, they will suppress the mountains and rivers with their literary bodies!

Everyone in the academy was in a trance.

From Meng Yao's few words, they seemed to see a handsome young man.

Like a knife, like a knife, like a knife!

Maybe his strength is low.

But he is free and unrestrained, free and unrestrained!

The young man is like jade, unparalleled in the world!

…

At this time, outside the academy.

A young man stopped and stood.

His face was thin, with clear contours, slanted sword eyebrows, and eyes like a pool.

The white robe on his body was a little old, but very clean, like the moonlight without dust, with a kind of clear and elegant charm.